Concupiscence

7:14 AM February 5 Wakagawa Power Plant

"Give me the drugs and let me have Sakusa's toy for tonight."

"You're willing to pay money in exchange of that trash?" The old man said as he takes a sip of his wine.

Oiwake stood up from his seat and ordered his men to get the suitcases with the money and the $100,000 check from Futakuchi.

"I don't mind though." He walked towards Atsumu, who seems dillusional, his heartbeat racing, blood pressure and pulse soaring.

"He's now on the rush state and I wonder how he'll be when he's high." Futakuchi lighted up his cigarette and ordered his men to take the suitcases with drugs.

Oiwake kneeled down in front of Atsumu and pulled his hair hard backwards. "Kiyoomi, you thought I wouldn't know this shit, aren't you?" Oiwake said, close to Atsumu's right ear where he placed the hidden ear piece that Sakusa gave him.

 "Hmm... so he was listening the whole time." Futakuchi said as he blew the smoke out from his mouth. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, grinding and stubbing out the smoke off.

"Let's see. If he's in Shibuya and he's going to Tokyo Narita Airport, it will consume him an hour car travel. A flight from there to Incheon Airport would be approximately two hours and a half to three hours. And a car travel from Incheon to Seoul takes up half an hour." Futakuchi thought, calculating mentally about time and travel distances.

Futakuchi kneeled in front of Atsumu and grabbed the ear piece off of him, placing his mouth near, he then said, "Sakusa, you can hear me, right?" 

A faint voice saying, 'Yes' from the ear piece came out. 

"I will be waiting for you at my mansion in Gangnam and I'm giving you five hours to get there." He then looked at Oiwake's direction. "Borrowing the private plane is prohibited, okay?"

"Then, should we also prohibit him from using the cars in the mansion?" Oiwake grinned.

Futakuchi chuckled. "That would be a great idea, Oiwake-san. Then please contact everyone in the Sakusa Mansion to not let him use any of the transportation vehicles that the family owns and let him commute all the way to my place."

"I will order them to do it so no worries." The old man stood up. "I'm leaving that trash in your care, Kenji." Oiwake walked out along with his men but stopped right before the exit.

"I almost forgot. Sakusa's father already knew about him and he wants him alive so don't go overboard, okay?" Oiwake said, pointing at Atsumu.

Futakuchi glanced back at Atsumu, who's panting heavily and his heart beating erratically. 

"I don't know about that." He said, licking his lips as he stare at Atsumu' sweat trickling down his neck. 

7:57 AM February 5 Division of Intelligence Agency

"Good Morning!" Bobata greeted as he close the door behind him.

"You're almost late on our second day of work in here." Takeharu said who's organizing folders and documents which piled up on his desk.

"Not as late as Terushima. Where is he now?" Bobata asked, placing his coat on his chair.

"For the first time in his life, he's not late coming to work. He's currently in the rooftop right now, thinking."

"Oh... so he's finding this case interesting, huh?"

A bang from the door was heard and a guy with undercut with spiky blond hair and a tiny tuft of hair falling on his forehead came in.

"Here comes the devil." Takeharu mumbled.

"What? You didn't find anything? The wrinkles on your forehead says it all." Bobata said, teasing Terushima who's obviously in a bad mood.

"I don't get it." Terushima wondered. "I already knew who the traitor is but I still have this feeling that he's not alone."

"How did you find out who the traitor is?" Terushima gained Takeharu's attention upon saying he found out who's betraying the agency.

"Remember the guy with a strange bed hair yesterday? That's him."

"Who? Kuroo Tetsurou?" Bobata whispered.

"Yep. I had a glimpse of the profile he distributed while they were in a meeting and I researched all of the information about Shibayama Yuuki, the guy he's pertaining to, who replaced his father to lead the Shibayama clan."

Takeharu opened his personal laptop and opened a page only for people working at the First Intelligence Department under Aum Special Research division can log in to. "So? Did you find anything unusual?"

"I used Bobata's account to log in at the Information Management division's page. All of the information on the profile that Kuroo distributed yesterday was correct and it reflected the correct educational background of him at Tokyo City University's page but there was a flaw he forgot to cover up."

"What is it then?" Bobata asked.

Terushima pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to them. Terushima pointed out the words highlighted in yellow and said,

"Shibayama Yuuki's national identification number."

"His what?!" Bobata screamed.

"You all do know that the files we have on the Information Management database and Aum Special Research division database can't be altered that easily, right?"

"Yeah we know." Both of them said in unison.

"Public Security Intelligence Agency was formed last July 21, 1952 and there were no rumors or cases about forgery of documents that happened for decades. Information and data are all secured on our side so there was no way he can alter the data of Shibayama Yuuki."

"And? What does his ID number has to do with you suspecting Kuroo?" Takeharu asked.

"Shibayama Yuuki's real residence address."

"Don't tell me you... you...."

"I did, Bobata. Now then. Let me tell you the other traitor I am suspecting."

Terushima signaled Takeharu to stand up and come. The three of them huddled up together and Terushima uttered,

"I'm still not sure about this but he really has this vibe around him that I can sense suspicion."

"Just tell us who the hell he is." Takeharu snapped.

"It's that guy. He's------"

All of them fell on the floor when someone suddenly opened the door behind Terushima, dragging both Bobata and Takeharu with him. It was Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru who were standing outside of the Communications office.

"Are you all okay?!" Oikawa reached out both of his hands to them. Bobata grabbed Oikawa's right hand while Takeharu reached out for his left hand. 

"Sorry. We didn't noticed that we were blocking the way." Takeharu bowed down in front of them.

"It was my fault. I was really excited to meet you all so I rushed in here." Oikawa said, smiling widely at Bobata and Takeharu.

He glanced back at Terushima who was still on the floor, blankly staring.

"Are you okay? Can you stand up?" Oikawa said, reaching out his hand once again. "I didn't push the door hard, did I...?" 

Terushima went back to his senses and hurriedly stood up without accepting Oikawa's hand. He hid behind Bobata and tugged his inside shirt.

"He's here." Terushima whispered, burying his face on Bobata's back.

"Yuuji, don't tug my shirt it'll get wrinkled." Bobata tried to reach out for Terushima's hands but he was surprised from what he felt. Terushima's hands were shaking and trembling in fear.

"He's here. He's here. He's here." Terushima murmured over and over.

"What are you talking about?" Bobata faced forward, looking at the faces one by one of the people who arrived at the office.

"It's him."

As soon as Terushima said those words, he landed his gaze to someone he didn't expect to be the other traitor is.

Bobata covered his mouth using his right hand, stopping others to see the evil smirk he's making.

"You're damn right. This case really is interesting, Yuuji."

8:12 AM February 5 Sakusa Mansion (Time left: 4 hours and 48 minutes)

"What's with the commotion? It's still early in the morning." Kenma asked one of the men in the living room as he heard Sakusa screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Are there really no vacant seats for the 9 am flight to Incheon airport?! I don't care if it's just in the economy class as long as I make it to that scheduled flight!" Sakusa raged.

"I only heard that the heir of the Futakuchi family took a liking to the blond newbie and Oiwake-san offered him to them in exchange of money. And now, the boss is looking for a flight to Incheon to take the newbie back."

"Hmmm... so another rat came in to meddle." Kenma mumbled.

"Kenma!" Sakusa called out. He run towards him and grabbed both of his shoulders. "You have a lot of connections, right?"

"I- I do." Kenma hesitatingly answered. "But if it's with the flight tickets, I don't know about that."

"I don't care! Try everything you can and book me a flight to Incheon as soon as possible."

He sighed in exasperation. "Let me make a quick phone call." Kenma walked past Sakusa and went inside a room, far from the living room where he can't be heard. He watched anxiously as he dials a phone number that he haven't called for a long time already. A few rings after,

"Kenma Kozume. Intelligence officer of Japan's National Police Agency. Identification number, 4-8-2-7-3-9-0-3-3-4-6-2. I'm here to ask for a favor."

"Kenma-san?! It's been a while! How have you been?! You didn't contact me for a while now so I've been always worried about you! Where are you, righ----" The guy on the other line asked, bombarding Kenma with tons of questions.

"Inuoka please stop. This is urgent. Can you book a flight at Tokyo Narita Airport to Incheon Airport? They need it as soon as possible."

"I can but wait a second." Kenma heard him typing in the background. It didn't took him a minute before responding back, "There's one person who canceled their 9:30 am flight ticket just now and it's on economy class. Would that be fine for you?"

"It's fine. Let the staff know so that they can prepare the ticket and name it after Sakusa Kiyoomi. He'll be there in less than an hour."

"Sakusa Kiyoomi? You're working under him now?! Isn't that dangerous. Has he been go----"

"Thank you for your help." Kenma hang up. He went back to the living room and saw Sakusa still fidgeting on his phone.

"I already booked you a 9:30 am flight to Incheon. The staff will be waiting for you at the receiving desk to give you your ticket before pre-boarding. It's already 8:23 am but you'll make it there on time. Should I ready the car for you?"

Sakusa stood up and hurriedly grabbed his coat from the table. "I'm not allowed to use the cars in here." Sakusa was about to go out but Kenma stopped him.

"You can use mine. It's not their property so it will be fine." Kenma grabbed his keys from his pocket and handed it out to Sakusa.

"Thank you. I'll make it up to you I promise." The door closed, leaving everyone behind him.

"Make it up to me, huh?" Kenma thought. "You should always be careful with your words, Sakusa. Your words might be the cause of your death."  

On the parkway, Sakusa started the car and drove off. Maneuvering the car around skillfully, he started back up the road. 

A few minutes of driving around Tokyo, he merged into traffic. It was rush hour. The road was full of cars, taxis, buses, employees going to their work and students that are on their way to school. 

"Tsk." Sakusa clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He made a U-Turn and drove through a series of tunnels and intersections, avoiding the traffic on the big city. It was already 9:14 am when he arrived at the airport full with harried travelers. When he stopped at the receiving desk, a woman in her mid 20s greeted him.

"Good Morning, what can I do for you?"

"I'm... here to... get my ticket to Incheon." Sakusa breathed.

"May I ask for your name and your ID?"

Sakusa pulled out his wallet from the inside of his suit jacket, looked through and then handed out his National ID to the woman.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." He stated.

The lady started typing on her computer while looking back and forth to copy Sakusa's national ID number to check his identity. A few seconds later, the woman smiled widely while handing his plane ticket.

"Please go to Departure Gate 2. I'll notify the security that you'll be there in a few minutes so please rush to get there. Have a safe trip and thank you for trus------"

Sakusa didn't let her finish and rushed his way to the departure gate. He was shifting his gaze to his watch, checking if he still have enough time left.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi?" The security in front of the departure gate asked.

"Yes." He hands out his plane ticket and another security was doing a body check on him. 

"Thank you and have a safe flight." The security officer said as soon as he gave back Sakusa's plane ticket.

"Glad you made it, Mr. Sakusa." The stewardess said, welcoming Sakusa on the plane.

He just walked past through her and sat on his designated seat, feeling tired and very awful. He breathed in deeply as he felt a sharp pain on his chest, afraid his asthma attack may flare up that might lead to delay his flight.

He glanced back to check his watch on how much time left. He roughly rubbed his forehead in annoyance and he mumbled, "Three hours and thirty seven minutes left."

11:37 AM February 5 Gangnam District, Cheongdam 1 Neighborhood.

"Aone, tie that guy in a chair and bring him in my room." Futakuchi said as soon as he goes out of his car with Aone waiting for him in the park way. "After that, prepare the E."

As soon as he enter his house, Futakuchi headed to his bathroom, removed all of his clothes and went in to his already prepared bath. 

"This feels good." Futakuchi sighed in satisfaction. The warm bubble bath was relaxing, slowly making him doze off to sleep.

"That guy will not come, right? But what if he does? Wait, no. He's not the type of guy who cares about the people around him. Then if he doesn't come, might as well make that guy my slave."

His peaceful time was interrupted when he heard a soft knock at his door.

"Come in!" He ordered, still with his eyes closed.

He waited for a few seconds but no one came in. As soon as he open his eyes, Aone was there, his head peeking out of the door.

"I said come in. What are you doing there?" Futakuchi irritatingly said.

"I just came here to say that I brought the guy and the E in your room. When he woke up, he was struggling and started making noises so I taped his mouth and tied both of his arms and legs." Aone said, still not coming in.

"I'll finish soon so take in charge of him first."

Aone just nodded, not knowing what Futakuchi means about what he said. He head back to his room and saw Atsumu, ranging with anger. He walked towards him and just stood there beside Atsumu, not saying anything. 

When Atsumu noticed that Aone was not doing anything after a few minutes of just standing beside him, he started blabbering and murmuring something that Aone can't understand.

"Sorry but I can't remove that tape. Boss will be really mad cause he hates noisy people. But if you want water I can bring you one."

Atsumu frowned, thinking if the guy in front of him is dumb or just too kind. 

"Sorry for the wait." Futakuchi banged into the room wearing just his bathrobe.

"You can leave now, Aone. In case Sakusa arrives, which I don't think he'll really come, welcome him properly, okay?" Futakuchi said with an emphasis.

Aone nodded and stormed out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

Atsumu's gaze followed Futakuchi as he walks towards the side table near his bed. 

"Have you ever tried E, Atsumu?" He asked, raising a packet of assorted colored medicines.

Ecstasy. Also called the MDMA is known to trigger the release of the brain chemical serotonin, as well as mimicking its actions in the brain. 

He stared at the pills inside the packet before slowly shaking his head in response. 

"Then might as well try it while you're here." He then walked towards Atsumu and pulled the tape from his mouth, and the first words out were curses.

"Damn you, asshole! There's no way I'll take that one!" Atsumu protested.

"You're a fucking show-off, huh? You took the methamphetamine earlier, one of the most dangerous drugs, in front of everyone but now that we're alone, you can't take the pill for ecstasy?"

Futakuchi gripped Atsumu's cheeks, forcing him to part his lips for an opening. 

"If you don't want to take it, then I'll force it in you." 

He placed the pill in between his index finger and middle finger with his free hand and then swept his fingers inside Atsumu's mouth. He started coughing and gagging, struggling to take a breath. He clenched his fist with his nails digging in deep to his skin, trying to divert the pain he's feeling in his throat and preventing his self from swallowing the pill. 

Futakuchi let out a wicked laugh upon seeing Atsumu full of tears running down his cheeks.

"Cry more, Atsumu!" He swept his fingers deeper and released the pill down his throat. As soon as he removed his fingers, Atsumu coughed and tried to gag the medicine out but it was no luck. He glared up at Futakuchi but he was smiling widely upon seeing his messy state.

"It will feel good, I promise you'll enjoy it." 

The side effect of the methamphetamine earlier is taking a toll on him and he wondered onto what extent will the ecstasy make his situation worse. He knows that he's on a dangerous situation right now.

Futakuchi will rape me. He will rape me. Atsumu thought over and over. With his small amount of hope left, he wants Sakusa to come and save him. He wants to be saved from this misery. He doesn't care anymore. All he wanted is to see Sakusa once again.

He was cut off from his thought when he felt a warm hand suddenly caressing its way up his back and around to cradle his nipples. It was Futakuchi. He placed a soft kiss against the shell of his ear before gently biting it down.

"S-stop, p-please." Atsumu breathed. He's slowly feeling the floating sensation and the sensitivity from Futakuchi's touch all over his body. He's starting to feel disgusted with his self as he becomes more and more needy as time went on.

He felt like his body was on fire as the man undid the buttons of his shirt before licking his way down to his nipples, teasing and touching everything but them. Atsumu groaned from the pleasure. He bit his lips to stop his self from moaning but it was no use as Futakuchi teasingly bite and suck his neck, leaving hickeys all over.

Futakuchi glanced up at Atsumu's face and saw him drowning in pleasure, that made him turned on with the view he's seeing.

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth. He went up next to Atsumu's ear and whispered,

"I want you so bad right now."